Each year the people of Azeroth count their blessings, cross their daggers, tuck a shrunken head (or two) under their pillows, and wish upon a star that Greatfather Winter will bring them just what they’ve always wanted. It won’t be long until colorfully wrapped presents appear under the trees in the great cities of Orgrimmar and Ironforge. Until that day arrives, there’s still time to write a letter to Greatfather Winter and post it below. There’s no guarantee that he’ll bring you what you want, but it doesn’t hurt to ask!